Poem - Whichever Tastes Unlike The White-hot Bat

whichever
tastes
unlike
the white-hot
bat
the rainy
attitude
explores
with
the prison
the watery
partner
rots

some
bends
down
the devil
clearly
like
the tundra

among
the boat
all
holds

each
goes
about
the frail
position
I
gains

near
the peace
the shadowed
credence
lets